Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

     He paddled upstream along the snowy banks

He stayed on the river through the Winter and when the buds turned green he went home

         An old man walks out into a storm

The storm was dark blue with high winds but very little rain

    The old man used a feathered walking stick

               A sheep dog bit at his heels

The old man made his way up a hill of pure golden prairie

Out of the West came a tornado of great power

With the tornado very clear and rushing on, the old man spreads his arms out (with walking stick in one hand) and asks the tornado to take him away

The dust fizzles around him and then he is torn apart

So now that this story is over, how would like to hear about a bug fucking another bug in Puerto Rico? 

Now don't close that book, it aint over yet. The

SPLAT!  SPLAT!

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas